by Shalah Russell | May 14, 2020 1:35 pm
Monday, March 23rd: The first day of spring break, something felt off. My body didn’t feel normal. My whole day felt off. I spent most of my day in bed because my body was feeling drained again. I had no appetite which was weird because I hadn’t eaten at all that day. I finally forced myself to eat. I couldn’t even finish my dinner either. I had done so, I felt warm, but I was having cold chills like you couldn’t even imagine. I took my temperature- 99.5. A low-grade fever. This is when I started worrying.
Tuesday, March 24th: Things were not necessarily better. I was really struggling to feel like myself. I didn’t eat anything that whole day, but I can tell you that all I wanted was ice cream which I sadly didn’t get. Later in the day, I was having weird stomach pains, like I had to possibly throw up but my stomach was empty.
Wednesday, March 25th: The first week was halfway over and my family and I thought it was just the stomach flu. I continued to have really bad stomach pains and I could barely eat or drink anything. I was living off Gatorade and water at this point. The constant feeling of throwing up was all week, but nothing ever happened. I just remember being so frustrated with my body and myself that all I could do was cry.
Thursday, March 26th/Friday, March 27th: I don’t really remember much of the days at this point. My body was still in so much constant pain that I just wanted to cry and get over whatever I had. By the end of spring break, I was in so much stomach pain that I had to throw up. I couldn’t handle it anymore. Let’s just say that night I slept on the bathroom floor using toilet paper as a pillow. A cold bathroom floor against the warmth from my burning body had never felt better.
Monday, March 30th/Tuesday, March 31st: The second week came and I was feeling better. I was beginning to eat small things again such as crackers, eggs, strawberries. I was not sleeping great, but at this point all that mattered was I was feeling better. But then it took a turn for the worse.
Wednesday, April 1st: My mom had made me a doctor’s appointment to get an official opinion on what I could have had. The result of that doctor’s appointment made me realize that COVID-19 wasn’t a joke. (Which is totally ironic because I got diagnosed with COVID-19 on April Fool’s Day). This was early on when tests were hard to come by so I wasn’t able to officially get tested because they had to save tests for the health care professionals. It felt like after the doctor told me it was most likely corona that my body just shut down and I was done
Thursday, April 2nd: Everything really hit 10 times harder than the first week. I couldn’t get out of bed. I couldn’t eat. I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t drink anything. I couldn’t even take a shower without feeling like I was going to pass out from standing up. Every time I would attempt to shower, I would blackout for a second and lean against the wall for support. Things were not getting easier.
Friday, April 3: I wanted to die, which sounds morbid, but I felt like I could not do it anymore. I wasn’t sleeping. My stomach was in so much pain. I hadn’t eaten in literally days and I couldn’t even keep Gatorade down at this point. I would cry myself to sleep due to the amount of pain. While not only dealing with the symptoms of Covid-19, I managed to get a stye in my eye AND an ear infection which made me even more miserable than I already was. And anyone who knows me knows that I am dramatic, but even my family had never seen me so miserable.
Saturday, April 4th/Sunday, April 5th: Gosh, I felt maybe the worst I had felt over the last two weeks. I had an ear infection and my tonsils were swollen. I still couldn’t eat and everything I did eat never made it down because my throat felt like it was so swollen. My sister would sit with me and spoon feed me baby food because that was the softest thing I could eat. Even just sipping Gatorade was a bad idea. I slept as much as I could without breaking into either a series of cold chills or an hour-long period of me profusely sweating trying to break my fever.
Monday, April 6th: Monday was finally a day for me to just finally begin to feel like I was coming back into reality. I had sat on the couch most of the day racking up hours on Tik Tok and Youtube trying to force my energy to come back.
Tuesday, April 7th: That’s when I truly hit normality once again. I finally reached a point where I was ready to eat and that’s how everyone knew I was getting better. I didn’t fully have an appetite, but I was ready to eat. My sister got me Chick-Fil-A and I was so happy to finally be eating real food again. Over the last 15 days of me being sick, I had managed to lose over 10 pounds which was absolutely crazy to me. Everyone was constantly telling me how thin my face had gotten and skinny my legs looked. Yet I didn’t feel any different.
By the end of the third week, I was me again. I could shower by myself without almost passing out. I still didn’t have normal eating habits, but I knew that wasn’t going to be fixed in a few days. I could walk around without having to sit two seconds later. Things felt good.
It took me over 20 days to even feel like myself again. For anyone who knows me well, they know I have an attitude towards almost anything and once I started showing that attitude, I knew the worst was over.
Remember, that you could get infected at literally any age and that precautions still need to be taken no matter what. Everyone needs to take care of themselves and others around them as best they can. To this day, my life is truly different. Something awful happened to me and I am forever grateful that it wasn’t as bad as it could have been. I am still pushing myself to have a normal day to day life after having corona.
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